So I guess with being the cover girl of the classiest magazine out there for their classiest issue of the year not only comes with many beer belly pigs jerking off on the toilet while shitting because it’s the only private time your blue collar ass gets, but it also comes with your face gracing the beautiful Southwest Airline, because they’re so ghetto they sell ads on their shit like your local city bus to make ends meet and offer you the best fare from Tampa Florida to Orlando or some shit.

I guess I shouldn’t talk since I’ve never flown this shit, but even I know it’s for poor people on a budget trying to get home for the fucking holidays, so I guess it’s good to know Sports Illustrated knows their target market.